03/11/2025
Grief is strange that way; everyone understands it, yet when you’re in it, it feels like no one possibly could. It’s both deeply personal and entirely universal.
You come across a meme, a painting, a song, and suddenly someone else captures what you couldn’t even name.
Because that’s what grief does: it isolates and connects all at once.
It’s a private ache that somehow lives in collective language, something we each carry alone, yet recognize in the ways people speak, write, and create.
Even when you can’t put your own grief into words, you see it reflected back through someone else can make it a little easier to carry, for a moment at least.